Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors. Ziggazigga ah.

I bet you were wondering when the old prophecy would rear it's head again! It's coming true! Note: you will not understand what the hell I'm talking about with this prophecy if you have not read the last chapter of the first TreeClan story.

Chapter 5: Silver Crossing

Stripedtail picked up the scent of a chipmunk and tracked it up to a couple of tail-lengths away, watching it through the bushes. She shifted the weight in her feet, preparing to pounce, inching slowly closer. She inched and inched, until she was at perfect pouncing distance, and pushed off of her feet.

"Hey TreeClan cat!" a tom's voice rang out suddenly. Stripedtail twisted in surprise in midair and landed very lopsided. She whipped around and met up with dark blue eyes and a silver-furred face.

"You!" she said angrily. "That FlowerClan tom I chased off!"

"Hello, my name is Swiftfoot, formerly of FlowerClan. You are Stripedtail, I believe?" he flicked his tail in greeting, remaining perfectly calm.

Stripedtail hissed at him. "You're on our territory again! Go away before I drive you out!"

Suddenly though, Stripedtail comprehended what he said and softened her eyes and voice a bit. "Did you say you were formerly of FlowerClan? Did you get exiled?" With a pang, Stripedtail remembered Rattail and Earthbrook.

"No, I broke off of the clan. Things were getting more than crazy, and Cricketstar is acting so suddenly, I decided it was better to quit before he exiled me."

"Oh…" Stripedtail looked down and fidgeted her already fidgeting paws uncomfortably. Suddenly, she stopped and looked up at him. "Waaaiit…you don't mean…you want to join…"

He finished for her. "I would like to join TreeClan!" His voice was hopeful and cheerful.

Stripedtail stared at him in surprise. She shrank back a bit, unsure of what to do or say. "Uh, I, uh…um…" She straightened up. "I will show you back to our camp…you can talk to our leader when you get there about…this." She thought the words that came out were a little clumsy, but turned back the way to camp and signaled to him with her tail to follow her. They went around the ditch, now water-filled form snow that had melted slightly. Swiftfoot was inspecting his surroundings as quickly as he could in order to keep up with Stripedtail. When they reached the thorny bushes that showed that TreeClan camp was close up ahead.

Stripedtail didn't know how much Swiftfoot would be passing this area, so she turned around to give him a tip. "Be careful for the thorns, they stick out more on the bottom than on the top or middle. You could lose leg fur."

"Thanks!" Swiftfoot seemed cheerful, and in Stripedtail's opinion, a little too cheery for someone who had just left his birth clan, hopefully (in his case) for good. Stripedtail led him inside camp.

Cats turned and stared at her and Swiftfoot. Stripedtail took a deep breath and tried to ignore the colorful sets of cold, curios eyes all around her. She assumed that the only reason the TreeClan cats weren't attacking or protesting was because they must've figured that the unfamiliar FlowerClan cat had a reason to be led into camp directly by Stripedtail.

Stripedtail flicked her tail towards Thinstar's den. "That's where Thinstar is…you might like me to come with you…"

"I'll be fine, thank you though." The brave, silver-white furred cat strolled calmly to the leader's den. Stripedtail decided to watch him just to make sure he would be okay. But when she saw his confident stride, she was almost sure Thinstar's understanding nature would unsure he would be alright. That was, until Swiftfoot had gone through the entrance and Yellowpelt padded out of the den and met face-to-face with him, their faces not a mouse-length apart. Yellowpelt immediately hissed at him. "What are you doing here?"

He kept his composure. "I'm here to see Thinstar about joining your clan." He said nothing more and walked past her and inside the den. Yellowpelt opened her mouth to protest, but did not get the chance.

I refuse to say "Yellowfur out".